Who you think you are?
In North America
Come to be a star
Made it this far
You fucking
Jamaican lunged
Irish livered
British invading
Black empowering
Mutt
She put the power in my hands son
Said I'm way more than handsome
Took me back to when my mother's last name was Hanson
Fair maiden
Got her beautiful looks
Her maiden voyage
Could have been more random
See her Daddy Robert
Was a St Elizabethan
Came to mother England
Was said to be a beacon
Years before he sought a coast less Eastern
Settled East Coast
That Floridian freedom
If Miami, Tampa, Orlando
Were sacrosanct wouldn't tamper
With banks or the bando
But to get busy in Liberty City
Take banana republics
And start trapping mangos
Young Jamaican in business
Hope he built a Disney world
And had kids that
Now are my third to distant cousins
Who fall in fantasies when they playing this shit
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Came to shine
My dogs came to shine
Yeah
Seen no dogs on the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Other side of the lineage
Faith in omnipotence
Of the Holy Spirit
An Irish Catholic in the Church
My great granny
An original Tyndall
Set sail for Boston
Call it McGuinness principle
When you need the opposite of Murphy's Law
Might coin it McCarthyism
But in division be sure
When your Eggs in the baskets
Too conservative and you might lose your chance to fulfil ambition
The fall feel efficient
You sail across seas
The Santa Maria Clause
Your first Christmas need
To pay some homage
To the old journey
See the 4-leaf clover
Ornaments on the trees
Please
Respect the ancestors
Look in the mirror and ask a few questions
When you hopped on the boat
Did you think it was for a higher dream
Or just where life sends ya
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
If the urge to clap em is common
Then my thoughts of violence
Ain't unique to South London tie-ins
Courted by the niche of childhood
A relative short part of my life
But when progress is idle
Think back to relatives
Formative idols
Wanted to be like her baby daddy and spiral
6 kids, 4 mothers, more lovers
Now that's going extra than the Jamaican mile
Leave a bit of myself here and there
I'm Genghis from Sydenham Hill to Edgeware
Me Khan love but one
It really be unfair
How my current spreads like electric chairs
I'm Eddy Grant on electric avenue
But in other news
My son is due this year
A thousand miles to make it out here
But you can't deny the girls
Their South London share
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Came to shine
My dogs came to shine
Yeah
Seen no dogs on the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
I'm actually from a family of Monks
My great grandmother
Another one on the Irish side
Was born Elizabeth Monks
I don't know where she ended up but
Now the lineage continues
The name lives on 100 years later
And the Monk is eternal